"It should be." The other guard nodded, and immediately turned around and went out, looking for Ye Qiqi.

Fortunately, where Ye Qiqi lived, in the same courtyard as him, the guard went to the door of the West Wing and knocked on the door, and said something to her, and Ye Qiqi hurriedly rushed over.

"Your Highness is sick??" Ye Qiqi walked into the room and asked with some confusion.

"Yes, when I went out just now, I didn't look very energetic, but I didn't expect that when I came back, my state was even worse." A guard hurriedly and respectfully reported to Ye Qiqi.

"Then do you have a doctor??" Ye Qiqi walked to Mo Hanqing's bed, and looked at him lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and an abnormal flush appeared on his fair and handsome face.

She hesitated, then reached out and gently placed it on his forehead.

Her palm was hot.

Ye Qiqi was shocked, and just as she wanted to withdraw her hand, a slender and warm hand held her palm tightly.

She lowered her head, and at a glance, she saw Mo Hanqing's big white and slender hand holding her tightly.

His palms were as hot as his forehead.

"Did you call the doctor??" Ye Qiqi raised his head and asked the guards standing in the room.

"Chen Feng has already gone to find a doctor just now, and it is estimated that the doctor will come in a while." One of the guards hurriedly replied to her.

"Hmm." Ye Qiqi relieved her heart at this time, she lowered her head and glanced at Mo Hanqing lying on the bed again, his eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the eye sockets.

She hesitated, trying to pull her hand out.

However, as soon as her hand moved slightly, it was immediately clenched even tighter.

"Ye Qiqi ......" Mo Hanqing's low and slightly hoarse voice came from the bed.

"Huh?" Ye Qiqi was stunned, and his eyes quickly looked at him.

I saw that his dark and deep eyes were looking at her half-squinted at the moment, the light under his eyes looked a little dim, his thin lips moved slightly, and his voice said in a low voice: "Don't move......"

Then he closed his eyes again.

Ye Qiqi looked at him in a daze, his gaze fell back to his tightly held hand, the temperature of his palm was really a little hot, maybe it was because her hand was a little cold, so he kept holding it tightly, right?

Just as she was thinking wildly, the guard named Chen Feng hurriedly rushed in with the doctor and said, "The doctor is here, the doctor is here." ”

The guards in the house hurriedly made a way.

The white-bearded doctor walked to the bed, stretched out his hand to stroke his beard, and then glanced at Ye Qiqi, who was squatting next to the bed, and couldn't help frowning: "This little girl, can you give in a little?" You are blocking the bed of His Royal Highness King Jing'an like this, and the old man can't take the pulse. ”

Ye Qiqi turned his head, looked at the doctor with a helpless expression and said, "I also want to get out of the way for you, but this guy doesn't let go, what can I do." ”

"......" The white-bearded doctor noticed that Mo Hanqing had been holding her hand tightly, "Then this ......"

The doctor hesitated for a moment, so he had to squat down beside Ye Qiqi and said, "Little girl, please drag His Highness's wrist to the side of the bed again, I have a good pulse." ”